I couldn't get tickets to a David Bowie show, so instead I dressed up and hung around in the lobby of the venue. The venue was decorated in a country-ish sort of way, kind of like Cracker Barrell, and there was a reporter and photographer there doing a story on the venue because of it's unique decor. Lady Strange was there, and she had tickets to the show, and she kept giving me tips on how to score backstage passes. A couple of Bowie's roadies were standing outside the door to the theater, and one of them let me try one of Bowie's necklaces on. The reporters came by and took a few pictures of me. During intermission, we got to go into the theater, and Lady Strange lended me her camera in case I got a glimpse of Bowie. I was wearing it around my neck. But then the lights dimmed and the show was starting again, and I had to get out of the theater. As I was leaving someone, I assumed it was LS, took the camera off of my neck. I went out and talked to the roadie some more. I thought the roadie was going to let me backstage, but he didn't so I went home after the show.
My house was located on a lake. To get to the other side of the lake, you either had to walk around or walk through this bog. Outside of my house there was a manager at David's Bridal on the phone interviewing an ex-friend (who is an ex-friend in real life, she stole my identity and totally screwed me over, but that's another story). She proceeded to cross the lake via the bog. I attempted to follow the manager to eavesdrop on the conversation and deter the manager from hiring her. But as she walked across with no effort, I kept getting stuck in mud and quicksand, so I had to turn around and go back. But I couldn't tell what way I came from, so I decided to take what looked like the safest route and ended up falling in the lake. The lake was very muddy and I was under water and could barely see through. I kept turning around in a circle until I saw a house. I swam up to the house and onto shore, and realized it wasn't my house.
I went up to the house anyway, dripping wet and muddy, and rang the doorbell. David Bowie answered, it was his house! He washed my clothes for me, let me take a shower and borrow a big comfy white dry bath robe, made me something to eat, and took me out shopping for clothes. As soon as we got to the store, my alarm went off.
i love to dream weird dreams. why is it that you were getting stuck in quicksand and mud? i used to have a dream dictionary here, but i gave it to maranda. darn we really need to analyze this dream!
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